03/10/2025
You stand there, hands in your coat pockets, watching. You don’t need to speak. You don’t need to move. You just breathe in the magic the moonlight, the water, the train, the city that glows without trying.
Some nights are loud with celebration.
But not this one.
This night is made of quiet wonder of steel and stars, of river reflections and fleeting glances, of a train that passes and a heart that stays.